The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk
The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk
"Seriously... what kind of low-class, freaky room is this? This pisses me off!"
Cha Hye-rin was whining while clutching the glass bottle marked with 500mL measurements.
Her cheeks were flushed hot. In this absurd situation, a girl who hadn't even had a kid, let alone any guy experience, had to squeeze breast milk out of her own tits to fill up 500mL in the bottle? No wonder she couldn't believe it.
Before milking, she was cursing out this weird room as much as possible and denying reality.
"Cheer up, noona. You can do it."
In a situation like this, what could I even do for my step-sister?
As her step-brother, all I could do was give her warm encouragement to squeeze out that breast milk hard and collect 500mL.
"Shut up, shut the hell up. Get lost, don't look!"
I gave a short prayer of sympathy toward my step-sister, who was snapping with her face all red.
Though embarrassed, I turned my gaze away to let her milk in private.
"Is it really true that if I fill this glass bottle with 500mL of breast milk, we can get out of this room?"
"Probably?"
"Wh-what do you mean 'probably'? No way! We have to get out. We need to be able to get out."
"I hope so too."
"Ugh."
I didn't know exactly what was going through noona's mind right now.
But at least, seeing her hands clutching the glass bottle trembling while she was so embarrassed, I could tell the mental burden was huge.
Milk and get out? Or don't milk and stay trapped in this weird room longer?
She's such a scaredy-cat, so this unfamiliar room must be making her anxious, desperate to escape this unstable situation ASAP.
She chose to milk and leave.
In the end, she had no choice but to lift up her T-shirt, bare her breasts, and knead them to get the breast milk flowing.
"You, you don't look. Turn your head away."
The reason Cha Hye-rin insisted on having me sit behind her on the bed while she milked was because she was a scaredy-cat.
It was humiliating to show her step-brother the sight of her milking breast milk, but she didn't have the guts to go off alone to the bathroom and milk by herself.
So she told me to face the opposite way, then carefully pressed her breast against the glass bottle and started milking.
Thanks to that, with our backs to each other on the bed, facing opposite directions, I couldn't directly see noona milking.
"......."
Noona turned her head to check on me, confirmed I couldn't see her at all, and then dove into full-on milking.
"How's it going? Breast milk coming out okay?"
"D-don't talk to me! I haven't even started yet!"
The room was too quiet, no sounds at all, so I got curious and asked, but damn, asking if the breast milk was coming out well?
I never imagined I'd be saying shit like this to noona.
Noona was so embarrassed by the situation that she answered all tense and stiff.
"......."
"......."
Milking must take a while, huh.
I'd never seen anyone milk before and had no clue how it worked, so I shut my mouth to let noona focus and just waited.
Then.
"Euuu..."
Jjoreureuk.
I heard liquid hitting the glass bottle.
Did it finally come out?
In the quiet room.
Noona's little stifled moans tickled my ears, hypersensitive from sitting so still.
"This isn't coming out well, it's uncomfortable..."
Jjoreureuk.
From the small splashes of breast milk drops, I could guess she was struggling to milk.
Jjoreuk, teuk, teuk.
Like water droplets falling from a clogged faucet, the breast milk sounds stopped quick.
"Euuu... Hoo, hoo. Hoo."
"What? Done already?"
"Yeah, it's not coming out well."
After washing her breasts in the bathroom, drying them with a towel, and putting her clothes back on—hiding her still-hard nipples without a bra by crossing her arms—noona came out.
Her lips were pouting in dissatisfaction.
She'd endured all that embarrassment and shame for her first attempt at collecting breast milk, but it hadn't gone as planned.
She was hiding the glass bottle behind her back.
"How much did you get?"
"Th-this much?"
She held out the glass bottle with the freshly milked breast milk.
Inside the glass bottle, a slightly cloudy milky liquid sloshed around.
So this is noona's breast milk.
I was stunned and awed for a moment.
But then I tilted my head at the amount gathered in the glass bottle.
"Huh? That's all? Barely anything?"
No matter how I stared at the breast milk slowly trickling down the side, leaving an oily sheen, the level didn't pass the 60mL mark.
A bit more than 50mL, less than 60mL—maybe like 55mL?
From noona's extra-large size tits, this was all the breast milk that came out?
They looked big enough to feed three or four kids with milk to spare, but this pathetic amount...?
When I looked at her with a puzzled expression, noona furrowed her brows like she was wronged.
"I squeezed as hard as I could, but this is it. No more came out. Ah, no. The weird thing is that breast milk came out of my tits at all, okay? So don't look at me with those eyes, you pervert bastard!"
She smacked my arm with her palm out of embarrassment.
"Yeah, well, first time and all, so that makes sense. You've got what you milked in the bathroom earlier too, but filling 500mL in one go is tough, obviously."
"What have you done to help with my milking? I-if noona got this much, that's good enough. S-so, I'll do it again later."
She hid the glass bottle behind her back again.
Her beet-red face was kinda cute.
It sucked that those huge tits only yielded barely 50mL, but I wasn't some milking expert, and like she said, it was her first time. We'd call it good for now and move on.
"What should we do with the glass bottle? Don't wanna let the breast milk spoil if we leave it out, so let's stick it in the fridge."
"Yeah."
I took the glass bottle from her awkward self and put it in the fridge.
The surface of the bottle felt warm when I held it for a sec.
Fresh breast milk straight from Cha Hye-rin's tits. Still carrying her body heat.
"......."
Setting the situation aside, fuck, this is turning me on so bad.
If this weren't this weird room, would I ever get to see or feel the warmth of her breast milk in my life?
My head got all hot for no reason, so I averted my gaze far away and mumbled awkwardly.
Having milked and collected breast milk to escape, Cha Hye-rin seemed to relax and sat on the bed, pulling the blanket over.
Embarrassed, she gathered the blanket up to cover her face.
"You! You absolutely cannot tell anyone outside about what happened here! Br-breast milk, seriously. I've never had anything like breast milk come out before in my life."
Milking was still an embarrassing topic for a virgin.
"I know. Noona's breast milk doesn't come out."
"R-right? Ah, wait. How do you know?!"
She chucked a pillow at me and hit me.
Well, duh, it wouldn't come out, so it didn't.
The breast milk talk was embarrassing, so we dropped it.
Once time passed and her breast milk came back, she'd collect 500mL in the glass bottle and we'd escape this room. For now, let's rest.
"Good job, noona. Eat something tasty and rest up good."
I pulled frozen food from the fridge, cooked it up in the kitchen, and we ate.
Gotta eat well to get the breast milk flowing again, right?
I couldn't help with making the breast milk come out, so I made sure to feed her properly.
"Euuu..."
Even swallowing food, Cha Hye-rin was covering her chest with her arms.
Like the aftermath of the milking lingered, the tips of her breasts still seemed to ache.
Thanks to that, we couldn't talk seriously—instead, with hopeful chatter that we'd escape once we milked 500mL, cracking jokes to lighten the mood, we killed time.
Glancing at the clock, a full day had passed since we got locked in this room.
Over 24 hours.
After resting and gathering more breast milk in her tits, Cha Hye-rin tried milking again.
"This time we can fill 500mL, right?"
"Shut up. Are you the one milking?"
She blushed beet red, glared daggers, and shoved my body.
Like before, we sat back-to-back facing opposite ways and started filling the glass bottle with breast milk.
Jjeureureuk.
This time, the breast milk seemed to flow well—the sound of it filling the glass bottle was lively.
"Euuuu..."
Jjiik- jjoreuk- jjoreuk-
Why did the sound of breast milk filling the glass bottle sound so damn erotic?
"Hueung..."
Ttulurulook- teuk, teuk.
"Done?"
"No, not yet..."
Ttureuk, teuk. Teuk.
"Now?"
"Not yet..."
Teuk, teuk, teuk.
Felt like we waited forever, but milking took ages.
Cha Hye-rin stayed at it for a good while, then came out after washing up in the bathroom.
430mL.
"Huh?"
The amount of breast milk in the glass bottle fell just short of 500mL, disappointingly.
"No more breast milk came out, so I couldn't fill 500mL."
Noona looked kinda deflated in a weird way.
She'd squeezed her tits as hard as possible, but still didn't hit 500mL.
No wonder the milking took so long. She couldn't reach 500mL.
"Guess we wait a bit and milk again. Too bad. Just 70mL short."
"Th-the breast milk didn't come out as much as I thought."
I didn't know much about how much breast milk nursing moms produce, but surely more than this?
Was it 'cause it was her first time milking? Or maybe 'cause no one sucked or fondled her tits? Compared to those voluptuous boobs, less than 400mL a day was disappointing.
Still, one more go and we'd hit 500mL.
We stashed the glass bottle with 430mL of breast milk in the fridge, rested again, and waited for more breast milk.
"This time it'll work, right?"
"Yeah."
"Let's get outta here."
After a full day's rest, we resolved to fill the last 70mL of breast milk.
With pretty determined looks as we talked, we held onto hope for escape.
The Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk.
Fill the glass bottle with 500mL of milked breast milk, and we should be able to leave.
With anticipation, we tried milking again.
"Hoo, eut!"
Jjeureuk, jjuk!
Maybe 'cause it was her third milking already, noona let out a short grunt and finished quick.
She wiped the breast milk off her tits and showed me the 500mL gathered in the glass bottle.
"Now that the milking's done, we can get out, right?"
"This is the Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk, so since we milked, the door should open. Come on, let's go."
I grabbed the door handle confidently and tried to open it.
Kkuuk.
But like the first time we tried, the door didn't budge at all. Wouldn't open.
"Huh? Won't open? Why?"
Noona came over beside me and tried the door too.
Still wouldn't open.
Escape failed in the end.
She milked the breast milk and everything, but it wouldn't open—what the hell?
We locked eyes in panic, frowning.
"M-maybe the breast milk wasn't enough? Do we need to overfill the glass bottle till it overflows?"
She milked more breast milk to make it overflow the glass bottle, but the door still wouldn't open.
Hulk, hulk.
Having finally milked with such difficulty but still unable to leave, noona's eyes started turning red from shock and fear.
She let go of her arms covering her chest and wiped tears with her fingers.
"It's okay, noona. We can get out."
I patted my scared noona's shoulder to soothe her.
"How?"
"We've got plenty of time, so don't rush. Let's think it through slowly."
Even if it took a bit longer to get out, nothing bad was happening right away.
No one had threatened us in the room so far, and the fridge kept restocking food on its own.
We had tons of time to puzzle out and try escape methods.
In the Room You Can't Leave Unless You Milk, if we just milk right, we'll get out eventually.